Matthew came. It was probably out of desperation, or fear, but he shot a load as the crocodile’s mouth closed on his cock, a white rope of come jetting out of the space between the tail and onto Rodney’s hands.

The mouth closed. Fifty or one hundred needles clamped down around Matthew’s cock, piercing it, puncturing it, and as he felt it, Matthew didn’t know whether it was pain or pleasure. There were so many sensations at once, the needles, the after effect of his first load, and then, as the needles were being buried deep in his flesh, he blew a second load, and really did smile, in surprise, as he had always imagined Lukas would do when the crocodile bit his cock.

Matthew threw his head back. His mouth open. And he luxuriated in the feel of the come oozing out of his cock. It was warm, and wonderful. A pleasure like he’d never felt. And with the pressure on his balls, the spikes in them, and the pear in his arse, it was almost too much for Matthew to bear.

He came again, and heard Rodney laugh, though he was only half aware of it, his eyes closed, and his head thrown back.

He stayed like that for minutes, he supposed, though it might have only been a minute or two. He opened his eyes, eventually, because he didn’t know what the warm feeling was.

He looked down.

Rodney was clamping the crocodile’s tail together with the little mechanism, and the crocodile, with its mouth full, was clamped down on a little over half the length of Matthew’s cock, and it was stuck there, like a python eating a cat. It seemed to be grinning at him.

Matthew was taking short, sharp breaths again. He realised it, and tried to steady himself, breathing like he was calming himself after a great shock. And it was a shock. He couldn’t believe that the crocodile was there, attached to his cock, when the only person he had ever thought it would be used on was Lukas. The pain from the needles was constant, shimmering up his thighs and into his abs, his chest, and his upper arms. His neck and face. He felt like he was going to piss himself, and then, as he thought it, he realised that he was. A thin stream of piss was jetting out of the space between the two halves of the crocodile’s tail. Rodney jumped back. And Matthew watched in amazement. He couldn’t believe it, couldn’t control it. His cock was hard, and still, he was pissing himself. And it was just like with that jock in the movie. Red. Like raspberry cordial. At least one of the needles must have punctured his urethra.

And that was the warm feeling – the blood. It was sliding down the sides of Matthew’s cock, sliding out of the crocodile’s mouth. Not a lot of blood, though if Rodney took the thing off, his cock would bleed.

Slowly, the piss came to end. Rodney was watching it in amazement. His cock jerked with one final spurt, and then another. The piss spurted.

‘Dude. Raspberry cordial,’ Rodney said.

Despite himself, Matthew made a grimace. He was trying to control it, but there was another little spurt of piss, and then nothing. A dribble. That was it. It felt like his cock would go down now, like it was deflating, but nothing happened. It stayed erect. And as a minute or so passed, he felt like he would come again.

‘Man, that’s divine,’ someone said.

‘They’ve got him too pumped up,’ another voice answered.

And after this there was a whole lot of debate, too many people talking at once, and it set up a whine in Matthew’s head. He winced, and felt the familiar pain at the back of his head. The headache starting.

‘How many people are in me?’ he said, as the voices fell silent.

Rodney shrugged. ‘A couple of hundred.’

Matthew nodded, closing his eyes. He let his head hang, thinking of all the rich fucks, wherever they were in the world, paying money to use him like a toy, and see him beaten. He felt defeated. He couldn’t get out of it. And Rodney was ruining his genitals. He was fucking them up. If he stopped now, then maybe… It wasn’t so bad, he said, keeping his eyes tightly closed. It would all be all right if Rodney stopped now.

He felt something soft on his lips. Something soft and warm. He opened his eyes. Rodney was kissing him. He had his head turned, so it was under Matthew’s, and he was kissing him gently on the lips. Unable to help himself, Matthew kissed him back, and he felt his cock jerk. Man, that felt so – divine, kissing Rodney like that. Rodney was so…

Rodney pulled his head away, but Matthew kept his eyes closed, his head still hanging.

And then he felt Rodney’s hand in his hair.

‘Come on sleepy head,’ he said. He was touching Matthew gently. Pulling his head up.

Matthew lifted his head and opened his eyes, leaning his head back against the wood. He stared at Rodney. He was so…sexy. So…naughty.

‘How does your arse feel?’

Matthew didn’t answer.

Rodney squatted down again.

‘I’ll just move it a little bit,’ he said from between Matthew’s legs. And Matthew felt him turning the screw again, opening his arse a little wider. He took a deep breath and Rodney reappeared.

‘How does that feel?’

Matthew didn’t answer.

‘Do you know what this is?’ Rodney said, taking the skewer out from under his belt. It had a ring on one end of it.

Matthew shook his head.

‘It goes into your cock.’

Matthew nodded dumbly. It reminded him of the cake tester, only it was a lot wider than that.

‘Do you want me to put in your cock?’

Matthew shook his head a little. Even so, he supposed it might feel good. And if Rodney…if Rodney was being nice to him, then Matthew wouldn’t have minded doing things with Rodney, would have wanted to. And still, even now, part of him wanted to give Rodney what he wanted, wanted to let Rodney put the skewer into the eye of his cock.

Rodney held the skewer out to Matthew, in both hands, like he was offering a sword, and then quickly, in one deft move, his twisted the little ring on the end.

From inside the skewer, a hundred little spikes shot out, in four neat rows, all down the length of the gleaming steel. They were polished, and needle sharp. Matthew hadn’t seen this tool before, when he had been down here with Lukas, and looking at it now, he didn’t believe it was old, or, if it was, it had been polished and restored.

Matthew swallowed. He felt his eyes start to water, and he started to cry. Hopelessly.

‘Do you want me to stick it down the eye of your cock?’ Rodney said.

Matthew shook his head, and started to cry a little more. He felt like a little kid, felt stupid, but he wanted someone to come and save him. This shouldn’t be happening. Surely there should be someone, someone who was looking for him and could think to find him here. Surely Rodney wasn’t really going to stick that down the eye of his cock.

Rodney stepped forward and put his arms around Matthew, cradling his head. ‘There, there,’ he said, though Matthew could feel the skewer on the back of his neck, the needles retracted.

His face was buried into Rodney’s smooth chest. His still brown skin from summer. His taught little nipples. Matthew wanted to put his arms around him, but he couldn’t move. His arms were restrained, but still, he pressed his head forward, pressing it against Rodney’s chest.

He sobbed a sudden sob, and Rodney said, ‘There, there,’ again.

Someone laughed, and Matthew realised he was being made a fool of, maybe not to Rodney, but to the people inside him, who were getting pleasure out of this.

‘You do want me to stick it down the eye of your cock, don’t you?’ Rodney said, speaking gently.

There was a pause while he stroked Matthew’s hair.

‘You know you do.’

Matthew was limp.

Rodney pulled away.

He held the skewer out in front of Matthew’s eyes and twisted the handle back and forth a few times, making the needles pop in and out.

‘Say you want me to.’

Matthew didn’t move.

Rodney crouched down and started to turn the handle on the crusher, turning it quickly like he was going to turn it all at once and crush Matthew’s testicles.

Matthew felt a sickening pain, and saw his balls flatten out a little, covered in the blood running down from his cock.

‘Yes,’ he said quickly.

Rodney slowed his turning, but kept turning until he had completed one full revolution. Matthew opened his mouth wide, sucking in a deep breath as he did so, involuntarily. They were so close to bursting, his nuts, so close to being shredded by the spikes that were through them, and bursting into nothing but a creamy mess.

He closed his eyes and nodded a little, thankful that Rodney hadn’t crushed them, thankful that he had stopped Rodney before it happened. At the same time, he felt his cock jerking wildly, and quivering, ready to blow another load thanks to all the tablets they had given him and the mass of signals it was receiving, confusing it so that it didn’t know whether it was in pleasure or in pain.

‘Are you ready?’ Rodney said.

Matthew stared at the skewer. He didn’t think he could handle it, didn’t think he could handle the feeling of that thing going down the centre of his cock, even with out the needles.

Rodney was smiling.

He took hold of the crocodile’s tail and threaded the skewer into the space between the two halves of it. Matthew felt it on the eye of his cock, the point of it – smooth, shiny, cool, steel. And then it was inside him, sliding down the centre of his penis and sending shivers of sensation up his spine, and into his teeth, making him feel like they were grating, like someone was running their fingers down a chalkboard.

The skewer descended further, Rodney sliding it slowly, and looking up at Matthew all the time, smiling. A likeable smile.

Matthew wanted to writhe. He wanted to jerk his body about and lean forward and rip the thing out of his cock, and do a little dance afterwards, a little dance of shivers, so that he could get the feeling out of him, but he kept himself clenched, his hands clenched on the blocks of wood they were strapped to, the muscles in his groin, and his abs, and his arse and his thighs, clenched.

And he smiled, stupidly, at Rodney, as the thing went deeper down. He couldn’t help it, and Rodney was smiling so wildly at him, and he had to take a breath, and as he took it, he smiled. A smile of wonder.

He thought it had gone as far as it could, and as far as he could stand, but Rodney kept pushing it deeper. And then Matthew felt it way down deep, in the base of his cock, and Rodney stopped.

‘How does that feel?’ Rodney said.

But Matthew couldn’t speak. He could feel it coming. He was going to come. But he hadn’t ever felt it like this before. It was like it was banked down, way down inside of him, and there was something stopping it.

Matthew opened his mouth and leaned his head forward, breathing deeply. In and out. He gritted his teeth.

Rodney took hold of the skewer, realising what was happening. He started to draw it slowly in and out, working it.

Matthew groaned, and Rodney plunged the skewer forward, plunging it down, right down as Matthew was going to come.

He came, a jet of come meeting the skewer that blocked its passage deep down in the base of Matthew’s cock. Matthew uttered a groan of pleasure that turned into a whimper of pain.

He heard laughter.

The skewer popped out a little, but Matthew’s come had met it down deep in his cock, and it had hurt.

Rodney took hold of it, and plunged it forward again. He plunged it down and drew it up, and Matthew could feel that it was lubricated now, lubricated by his come. It felt a little better, and Matthew felt himself relax.

Rodney plunged it deep, plunging it way down into the base of Matthew’s cock, and then he held it still. Rigid. He looked up at Matthew, smiling, and holding it still.

‘Are you ready?’ he said.

Matthew swallowed. He didn’t know why, but he nodded. He knew what it meant, but tried to pretend he didn’t. He wanted to give Rodney what he wanted.

Rodney twisted the handle.